The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 110

"You were running a fever all night, rambling in your sleep. Careful now let me help you sit up. You should eat something."

Violet glanced at the bowl of soup Xenia had brought upstairs.

"I made this for you. Try it, see if you like it."

With Violet's steadying arm, McNeil slowly pushed himself upright.

He took a spoonful from the bowl Violet offered. The soup was warm and sweet, with a hint of crystal sugar-a comforting taste that felt oddly familiar.

He paused, a memory tugging at him. "Did you make this yourself?"

Why did it taste exactly like the soup Victoria used to make for him and Gwyneth?

Violet nodded, a hopeful smile on her face. "Yes. I even added a little sugar. Don't you like it?"

She'd taken extra care in the kitchen, wanting everything just right.

McNeil didn't answer. He just lowered his eyes and finished the soup. In no time, he'd emptied the bowl.

His stomach was finally full, but somehow, his heart still felt hollow.

away the dishes, McNeil reached for his

several times, but she hadn't returned

other hand, had tried

So I came here this morning-I'm sorry," Violet apologized

phone aside with a quiet sigh. “I'm the one who should apologize. You're

heart fluttered at

Victoria after all—he'd just been

the bandages on his back and frowned in

bodyguards. Who could have hurt him

it clear

past few days: Janice's birthday party had ended in chaos, with reporters gleefully spreading the story far and wide. All of Starfall City now

very public appearance together had only

talk of the town for days, plastered across

doubt, McNeil's grandfather

didn't know about Victoria's history with the Simms

fiancée-in the public

at the party, the reporters had painted her and McNeil as a perfect

seeing those reports, he must have

McNeil, guilt and pain

that why your grandfather was so angry? Because he found out you took me to Janice's birthday? Is that